The precinct was buzzing with movement as Detective Harris arrived at her work area. A cold, gray light sifted through the blinds, casting long shadows over the room. She tasted her coffee, trusting the caffeine would kick in before long.
The past few weeks had been tenacious, ever since the endeavoured k********g of Haven and Alexis. But nowadays, there was a distinctive vitality within the air, a sense of looming determination.
"Harris," her accomplice, Detective Sam, called from over the room. He was holding a file in one hand and his phone within the other, his expression a blend of horrid assurance and expectation. "They've got them."
Harris's heart skipped a beat. "Matthew and Damon?"
Sam gestured. "Both of them. SWAT picked them up around an hour before. They're holdin
